Patpong Rewind for the Week of June 26, 2022

We’re on the cusp, folks. In a week’s time, the floodgates will open and tourism will return to Thailand finally fully unhindered by stupid, brain-dead, ridiculous, retarded Covid restrictions. For a gogo hound like me, it’s bittersweet. I loathe tourists, so this marks the end of a blessed respite from cunts the world over jostling…

Patpong Rewind for 19.6.22

‘Twas a strange week in ole Patpong. A power struggle between Bangkok’s new governor and various faceless bureaucrats, a “vacationing” police chief, and the imminent reopening of the country all seemed to play a part in onpong goings on and for better or worse, this gogo hound was there to witness it. Hey everyone, my…

Patpong Rewind for 12.6.22

Greetings gents, it’s your boy Seven again—fresh from another week in the Red-Light. Things in Patpong are still quiet, thanks to the slow rollback of scamdemic restrictions leading directly to a continued dearth of tourists, but things are gradually picking up. But the overall increase in tourism isn’t on par with the enthusiasm of bar…

Thailand’s Only Flaw (plus Patpong Update)

The Land of Smiles is a near-perfect place to live, especially if you’re a foreigner who loves warm climes, tropical beaches, and women with long dark hair and skin the color of cane sugar. But it’s not perfect. The country has one solitary flaw: moronic leadership. It’s not an exclusively Thai problem. God knows my…

Last Week in Patpong for 29.5.22

Happy Sunday to you, reader. Thanks for stopping by. My name’s Seven and this is my blog. Bangkok’s oldest red-light district, also known as Patpong, had itself a festive week. A new gogo bar opened on Soi 1, and there were two big weekend parties on Soi 2. And this intrepid gogo rat was there…

Last Week in Patpong for 22.5.22

What’s up reader, my name’s Seven and this is my blog. How’s your dry day going? If you’re reading this on Sunday morning, you’re more than halfway through 24 hours of imposed sobriety thanks to local elections—that is, if you didn’t plan ahead and stock your fridge yesterday. Stay strong. Alcohol will resume flowing this…

One Night (and a Half) in Pattaya

In The Smiths song “The Queen is Dead,” Morrissey asks “Oh, has the world changed or have I changed?” I wonder the same thing, only about Pattaya. How they hangin’ reader, my name’s Seven and this is my blog. The last three times I’ve gone to Pattaya—heretofore I’ll refer to as Ptown—has produced a disturbing…

One Night in Nana

What’s up reader, my name’s Seven and this is my blog. I’m what you’d call a Pong Rat—a monger/punter who prefers the dark, sinister sois of Patpong to the other RLDs in BKK. I love the grit, the history, and most of all, the girls. They’re an eclectic collection (eclectollection) of party monsters, most of…

Last Week in Patpong for 1.5.2022

Happy Sunday, reader. I’m Bangkok Seven and this is my blog. It’s been 9 days since my 3-week purgatory vacation in the United States, and 7 straight nights in Patpong has proved to be adequate therapy for purging any negative effects caused by exposure to the poisonous hellscape of America. (Pictured above: at Black Pagoda,…

Califorced-Vacation + 1 Night in Patpong

What’s up reader, my name’s Bangkok Seven and this is my blog. If you read my stuff regularly, and if it’s felt like I’ve been phoning it in lately, that’s because I was. For the last 3 weeks, I’ve been enjoying the vices and vexations of the communist, New World Order, Great Reset hellscape that…